Vian’s mind was made of layered pages found in the oldest books of the rules which created whole universes, she was the clouds in the sunny summer skies, she was the heat of the coldest days.
Built out of stubborn gold, precious and cherished, deeply protected from harms way. But her gold, as stubborn as it could be, was gilded of promises long forgotten, her cage had been forged out of the heart of her lucky star.
Wild and free, as the horses she rode in the dusk of time, her allegiances lies in the tick of a clock, on the seconds passed and the future unknown to all.
She would dance, slow and steady, capturing the essence of danger in the curve of a book, in the fall of a tear.
She fought the way a martyr would, the way heroes were meant to die but never has she stricken her enemy mercifully.
There were no redeeming in her attacks, one could only pray her stars would fade enough to let the moon defeat her weightlessly.
How could you give up all that loved you to chase all that you love ?
Did you regret what you were forbidden ?
Was your foe shaped in the blood of your vein or in the reflection of someone you could’ve been ?
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